Believe me guys, it was worth it.As a regular guy from Kerala, I grew up seeing those mallu films, in which wife come in white sari with a glass of mi...k and all, I fantasized my first night to be somewhat the same. And I had discussed it with her. I am so into women in sari. (I prefer seeing a woman in revealing sari rather than nude from the starting of a sex session.) Without keeping me waiting for long she came in to my bed room. There she was in a red sari and matching blouse we bought. As he wriggled, the noise from the tumultuous crowd died to a complete hush, he felt the ropes being untied and the sack was opened.A smiling woman in a black cape and mask loomed over him as the sack was pulled out from under him; she was all he could see at first as he was blinded by the fierce sunlight, but as another of the caped women played with his erect cock, the first pulled his head down so that he could look up behind him, and then stepped aside with a wicked smile; she pointed up to. As long as I hear him on the radio I know he's at work and not on his way home, Sir," she explained."Now, isn't she respectful?" he asked his friends.Turning back to Jane he ordered her "get on your knees bitch, and tell my boys what you are."I watched as Jane dropped immediately to her knees, her boobs wobbling. "I am a slut, Sir. A whore and a bitch." And who's whore, slut and bitch are you?" Larry was smiling, enjoying this."I'm yours Sir. Your whore, your bitch, your slut," she looked up at. They find my g-spot without any trial or effort and move slowly, but with a certain expertise that makes my eyes roll into the back of my head. He’s fully hard now. I reach down between us to stroke his cock, but he grabs my wrist and pins it to the wall. I move to kiss him, but he stops me then as well. His right left is now clapped around my throat and his right caressing my cunt. He is in complete control. I can’t move. I can’t speak. All I can do is feel myself getting closer and closer.